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JULY PROSE POEM, HASTILY ASSEMBLED DURING THE LAST FIVE MINUTES OF AUGUST

QUERY ATTENDED TO, by CRISPY

WHAT CRISPY DOES WITH TOMATOES WHEN THE SEASON BEGINS TO PASS AND HE DWELLS ON BOTH THE MORTALITY OF THE TOMATO AS WELL AS THE MORTALITY OF OTHERS

IT'S BEEN REALLY TOO LONG

WHILE PERUSING THE PERIODICALS

POSTCARDS (1983)